Then one little girl laughed and began to beat on the window by which she stood, to beat all over it as far as her little damp pink fingers could reach, and to say:
"Rain! Rain!
Go to Spain!
Rain! Rain!
Go to Spain!
Rain! Rain!
Go to Spain!"
And all the little girls thought that was so beautiful that they began to beat all over the windows, too, just as high and just as far as their little damp pink fingers could reach, and to sing as loud and as gaily as they could sing:
"Rain! Rain!
Go to Spain!"
Sister Theckla and Sister Angela came to the door of the room,—and they were so astonished that they could only look at one another and say to one another: "What do they mean? Where did they learn that?"
And the little girl who had taught the other little girls that much of the song remembered some more; and so she beat louder than ever on the window pane and said:
"Rain, rain, rain,
Go away!
And come another day!"
All the little girls laughed more than ever and sang louder than ever:
"Rain, rain, rain,
Go away!
Come again another day!"
Then Sister Angela looked at Sister Theckla and said: "Where did the child learn that, do you suppose?"